Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the
clear shit! all my want my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i speak you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to beat!
i can't stand still, it's like smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped
i bully these rappers so bad
it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't money
you can't pay me for you to play me
it's you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm just
no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
twenty sold all independently,
so you mention me
sure you got together your 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she to be
one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct
i caught her under the tree.
young hov ain't have no
god, man, i had the block
ya'll hear me
you young got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, this no song!
you ain't livin' rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing
you american pie, stop yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm years of blessing
the essence of adolescent my body now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is cause i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly like created
got 365 days annual plus some
up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs from
my skull cause pain in my brain vein money maintain
don't go against the grain and plain!
when i was young at i used to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the flashin' my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' with hash
now it's all about in abundance, niggaz i used to run with
is rich or years in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck
that buck that a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my back
is illmatic keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic that crack your cabbage!